RP: Grumpy doesn't even begin to cover it Date: August 1 Characters: Terry Boot, Katie Bell Location: Diagon Alley Status: Private Summary: Katie vows to go to a formal dance. This may be a bad sign Completion: InComplete
Katie stormed out of the flat with a scowl on her face that could have leveled an ickle firstie at twenty yards. The cousins, all three of them <i>and</i> their mothers and <i>her</i> mother and grandmother and several other women in the expansive Bell family, had been going on and on and <i>on</i> about how she needed to go to that damned ball, never mind that she wasn’t one of the invited debutantes.
What in her entire life made them think that she was at all the type to want to go to a fancy dress ball that wasn’t at all related to Quidditch?! She didn’t miss having been too ill to attend the ball that she would have been eligible to be a debutante at. In fact, that was the best part about the whole damned amulet mess! She ought to send Malfoy a thank you note for that alone.
But when Erika said that the only reason she didn’t want to go was because she was afraid, well, that was the last damned straw. She was a Gryffindor. More importantly, she was a Bell. She didn’t <i>do</i> afraid. Ever.
She was half way down the Alley towards the Strange Brew when she realized that that meant that she had to ask a bloke to a bloody fancy dance and that she had to get dressrobes.
Obviously this was all a Slytherin plot to make her life miserable.